Seeing that her colleague's life was saved, Xin Yanjun was in a good mood. She laughed and thought about what this talented man from Beijing was doing so humbly. He obviously did a great job and could do things that others couldn't do. People in the hospital said that this young man was very unruly. Now it seems
wrong.
It wasn't that they were wrong. The corners of Song Xuelin's mouth twitched secretly. It was because he never dared to be arrogant in front of Dr. Xie, otherwise she would slap him in the face.
Xie Wanying did not extend her hand to help because the monitor next to her was very active and obviously wanted to get a job, so she stood aside and gave the opportunity to the monitor.
Yue Wentong helped Song Xuelin fix it. He knew this person's strength, so it was not surprising. He could only think that he needed to continue working hard, otherwise it would be difficult to stay with Senior Brother Cao.
What everyone didn't expect was that when the head nurse of the National Association of Neurosurgery was adjusting the position of the drainage bag, some hands stretched out and said to her: "I'll do it."
Xuanwu's people turned their heads quickly when they heard this voice. Dr. Wang exclaimed: "Director Tang!"
Why didn't he know when the director of neurosurgery of their hospital arrived? Xiao Yang turned around and stared at Dr. Wang: Is the leader coming? Why is this not what I heard you say before?
In the subsequent phone call, Director Tang said that he was on the way, but he didn't know exactly when he would arrive. Director Tang didn't even say hello to him when he arrived. Look at him, he was so frightened.
I heard that he was the director of the department of another hospital, Nurse Li of the National Association of Neurosurgery, and said hurriedly: "We will do it ourselves, director." How can we bother the senior leader to do it himself when it comes to getting the drainage bag? The senior leader is also older, it seems.
He is fifty years old.
"It's okay, it's okay." Director Tang's voice seemed to be very polite. He held a drainage bag in his hand and stared intently at the young doctors who were operating. His deep eyes were like twinkling lights with profound meaning.
Young doctors represent the vitality of the medical community. These young guys and girls in front of me are obviously good prospects. It's embarrassing or not, he won't think too much about becoming a leader at his age. Xuanwu's neurology is already too short of people
, all he could think about was how to recruit people, which was his mission as the department director.
Fortunately, one of them here is the dean's nephew. We haven't seen each other for several years, and Yue Wentong seems to have learned something from the National Association.
Xin Yanjun glanced at this person and seemed to sense his thoughts. She quickly asked Nurse Li: "Are there any other ambulances coming from our hospital?"
After the colleague's injury is stabilized, the next step will definitely be to send him back to his own hospital immediately. It is better to rely on 120 or other hospital dispatch vehicles than to rely on his own hospital and colleagues. This is what Xin Yanjun feels tonight.
"Yes." Nurse Li said, not disappointing her and the others. "After the director learned the news, he asked someone to check the backup ambulance immediately. We arrived first, and they should arrive later."
As he finished speaking, the ambulance beeped at the door of Xuanwu's emergency department. A new ambulance was coming.
"The ambulance from the National Association is here." The nurse from outside came in and said.
Hearing the arrival of the ambulance from his hospital, without saying a word, a group of National Association personnel hurriedly evacuated the injured. If I stayed here for a moment longer, I would probably recall the previous nightmare.
"Be careful, be careful." Director Tang continued to help them get the drainage bags.
Nurse Li gave the doctors a look: They couldn't let this person help them carry the drainage bag all the way to their hospital.